tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75208149098318283542011-08-02T13:42:04.128-07:00às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-47244711039594212392009-04-27T08:17:00.000-07:002009-04-27T08:21:36.075-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXNbvOeUVI/AAAAAAAAADY/_n8nl7hIxTw/s1600-h/DSC_00082207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXNbvOeUVI/AAAAAAAAADY/_n8nl7hIxTw/s320/DSC_00082207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329391610480185682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Se eles são maus porque praticam o mal,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Porque nós que somos bons, não fazemos o bem?</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-4724471103959421239?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-32446690525477548112009-04-27T08:07:00.000-07:002009-04-27T08:11:57.500-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXLNSRzCAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/H68hG0roi9I/s1600-h/DSC_01741003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXLNSRzCAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/H68hG0roi9I/s320/DSC_01741003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329389163168073730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Quem nada teme não é menos poderoso que aquele a quem todos temem."</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> ( Friedrich Schiller )</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-3244669052547754811?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-3218999236810887242009-04-27T08:04:00.000-07:002009-04-27T08:07:01.373-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXKDA8OZ4I/AAAAAAAAADI/asBced_MwrM/s1600-h/DSC_01550496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfXKDA8OZ4I/AAAAAAAAADI/asBced_MwrM/s320/DSC_01550496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387887203870594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Há duas épocas na vida, infância e velhice, em que a felicidade está numa caixa de bombons.(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-321899923681088724?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-38317107055978919012009-04-26T18:09:00.000-07:002009-04-26T18:12:00.779-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfUGSv5CmmI/AAAAAAAAADA/fOppuN8stcw/s1600-h/cadaver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfUGSv5CmmI/AAAAAAAAADA/fOppuN8stcw/s320/cadaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329172653225974370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Morrer é apenas não ser visto. Morrer é a curva da estrada." (Fernando Pessoa)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-3831710705597891901?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-62931596646779477432009-04-26T18:07:00.000-07:002009-04-26T18:08:52.239-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfUFe1JoBOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/23Nvv-0jRz0/s1600-h/nu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SfUFe1JoBOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/23Nvv-0jRz0/s320/nu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329171761284515042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Uma mulher, quando tira a sua túnica, despe-se também do seu pudor." (Heródoto)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-6293159664677947743?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-86500597074466221662009-03-23T14:29:00.000-07:002009-03-23T14:30:55.188-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">“A tristeza pura é tão impossível como a alegria pura.” Leon Tolstoi</span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf_cWuVlnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YCikUfywiY/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf_cWuVlnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YCikUfywiY/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316498747735512690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-8650059707446622166?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-38118580119062484902009-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:002009-03-23T14:29:09.201-07:00<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">“Há um certo prazer parente da tristeza.”</span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf_AGp9b1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZtobUW_OeuM/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf_AGp9b1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZtobUW_OeuM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316498262385848146" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-3811858011906248490?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-46811310095067717192009-03-23T14:24:00.000-07:002009-03-23T14:25:37.331-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">“Nenhum grande artista vê as coisas como são na realidade; se o fizesse, deixaria de ser artista.” </span><a href="http://www.gingaronline.com/frases-de-oscar-wilde" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(253, 53, 7); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Oscar Wilde</span></a></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf-MGGr_iI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z5HI9QJnuYU/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf-MGGr_iI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z5HI9QJnuYU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316497368884706850" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-4681131009506771719?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-7970922504438357952009-03-23T14:21:00.000-07:002009-03-23T14:23:00.089-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">“A vida é maravilhosa se não tivermos medo dela.”</span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf9icYV4_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5e2Y5KdzX3I/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf9icYV4_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5e2Y5KdzX3I/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316496653309830130" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-797092250443835795?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-80765226869053798232009-03-23T14:14:00.000-07:002009-04-26T18:14:32.511-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf75TrwjUI/AAAAAAAAABw/O3MwTUUNXtg/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/Scf75TrwjUI/AAAAAAAAABw/O3MwTUUNXtg/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316494847089085762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(124, 128, 140); font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;" >Nossas dúvidas são traiçoeiras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar.<br /><br />William Shakespeare</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-8076522686905379823?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-35782468842187555552009-02-16T15:34:00.000-08:002009-02-16T15:35:44.209-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn4Nxszw4I/AAAAAAAAABY/nPvvjWMpyio/s1600-h/vou+embora.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn4Nxszw4I/AAAAAAAAABY/nPvvjWMpyio/s320/vou+embora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542951768736642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Tahoma;">O amor não é a distante melodia de um violino, é o triunfante chiar das molas de um colchão.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-3578246884218755555?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-35031294204921239492009-02-16T15:24:00.000-08:002009-02-16T15:27:31.841-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn2ROk-dQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LM8vXwvJRwY/s1600-h/cansa%C3%A7o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn2ROk-dQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LM8vXwvJRwY/s320/cansa%C3%A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540812036863234" border="0" /></a>A fadiga é o melhor travasseiro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-3503129420492123949?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-77704305382303971392009-02-16T15:21:00.000-08:002009-02-16T15:24:12.921-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn1NbGLZhI/AAAAAAAAABA/U0smY12rFPg/s1600-h/cabe%C3%A7as.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SZn1NbGLZhI/AAAAAAAAABA/U0smY12rFPg/s320/cabe%C3%A7as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303539647166244370" border="0" /></a>Ninguém decapita mais despreocupadamente do que aqueles que não têm cabeça...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-7770430538230397139?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-10058953801882125702009-01-17T09:00:00.000-08:002009-01-17T09:03:11.870-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SXIPOz7k7oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bLJ7C1nsBDY/s1600-h/DSC_01473635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SXIPOz7k7oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bLJ7C1nsBDY/s320/DSC_01473635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292309259246431874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">"Perder o medo é se atirar no escuro, enfrentando o desconhecido." <br />(Léa Waider)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-1005895380188212570?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520814909831828354.post-16368855255267090182009-01-17T08:44:00.000-08:002009-01-17T08:55:16.495-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SXIMPzxjh7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/UbvDMn1_mL4/s1600-h/DSC_00243802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHbzTK0g93c/SXIMPzxjh7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/UbvDMn1_mL4/s320/DSC_00243802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305977849382834" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">"Em caso de pânico interior, feche os olhos, respire fundo, e pense em alguma coisa bem diferente daquilo que está vivendo." (Paulo Baleki)</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520814909831828354-1636885525526709018?l=coisasqueacontecemnaminhacabea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>às vezes vejo as coisas assim...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02991417298085985698noreply@blogger.com0